Thursday, February 13, 2014

Holy Eye Fuck! Long Ass Miami Post

I know its been a while, but I had things to take care of Gus. This is the guardian over at the Hot Pop Gallery and shop in Milwaukee. Taking a picture with this dude will garner a lot of attention from womens.

First night in Miami for Art Basel away from the shitty weather in Chicago, I run into Chicago artists painting a wall. The RK dudes were just randomly painting without proper permission and just handling business as usual.

First wall we got to paint and this is as far as I got because shitty street artists needed to get their message of weird fucking wolf heads blowing caterpillar assholes on the wall all glued on with cumpaste. I'm not bitter or anything. It was kind of a shit show this year with painting.

Greek artists like their titties strange and kids black? This definitely killed a boner or two, but also made me horny for nipple-less boobs.

Finally got to check out Little Havana for some authentic communist food and well dressed cocks.

An ice cream scoop of rice? what is this Alinea?

This post will have a lot of random art pics. Its too hard to try and label these and even harder trying to edit down over a 1000 photos from like 15 art shows happening all within a couple of days. It was a bit overwhelming to say the least.

OLD SCHOOL BRONX SON.

So one of the walls we painted was a compound where a variety of things get filmed, and things get stored. Including a variable playground of strange collections and rooms with very random things such as this black light room.

A stripper pole. I just hope that thing gets disinfected hourly.

Drake filmed something in front of this...this also happens to be in a secret sex room.

These are all functional.

Some of the Chicago scrappers painting the enormous wall.

Finally a proper wall! This was done a little off the beaten path on a water ski place...only in Miami.

Cope 2.

Pez.

The above pieces were part of a mini opening over at a Ceviche spot called Ceviche. I know the first photo looks like barf and alfredo sauce, but it actually ended up being pretty damn tasty. They seriously need to do something about the plating. This looks like a 5 year old's creation.

Their actual ceviche was pretty baller - fresh, bright, and soupy.

This show right across the street looked promising.

I was really glad they had a proper bathroom.

Cope dressed up for art walk.

I have no clue what the fuck is going on here.

Nychos is so damn good. I fucking hate it.

UGH. Youth.

Found a book with art work I did at last year's Basel. Didn't buy a copy because I'd feel stupid.

I secretly wanted all of these rave cabs to crash and burn.

This is what greeted us Mana Contemporary. This huge complex housed a lot of art, booze, and concerts. This painting was so god damn good, it made me puke.

I love these. Its simplicity and technique gave me a lot of ideas.

I had a piece in there just chillin.

This dude is a beast. Saw him start this the night before basically laying down the foundation and it turned into this awesomeness. Damn Canadians.

These are all nekkid ass peoples.

This dude did like 15 walls. Just beastin!

Wynwood Brewery had just opened their taproom in the area where most of the walls were being painted. It was cool to see all of this action around with this in the middle of it all. The crew and I would visit several times during our stay here.

So confusing.

Had a late night snack/wine at a pop up vintage tent sale thing. It looked like a haven for the fancy hip homeless because we saw hip looking homeless sleeping on the vintage couches that were for sale. Everything here was for sale except for the candle holder that we asked about. No hookers either. I was very disappointed.

Got to paint a trailer that will travel across the country. I think I was just sun burnt and exhausted/hungover by the time I started this. Just wanted to try something new. I was just glad to be off a ladder once this was done.

I forgot what the name of this place was, but hot damn was it delicious. Then again, how can you ever go wrong with rice, beans, pork and huge cup of cocaine? This is Miami after all.

I did not wake up in a new Bugati but I got to take a picture of one.

Helped the homie Stuk with this makeshift photo wall thing. Everything about this party was confusing as well. Fucking pink cars, headphones, actors, models, ball players, beer, will someone just give me a sandwich and some porn already?

So amidst all of this chaos, here is Keith and Ruben just wilin out! They got fucking CRAY!!!

Yes. This is Fidel Castro gropin/raping a young woman through a painting.

This was a decent pole to get up on. No homo.

In good company. My neighbors just murdering this trailer. Asend in the middle of it all reppin the Midwest!

In case you're looking to move, Armani is selling his old crib for 10 mil. Complete with hauntings of dead hookers and trunk full of pills.

Yes, there are art tents on the fucking beach in Miami. Ass.

In case you want to hang yourself in style.

Freakish. His eyes kept following me like that painting from Ghostbusters II.

The homies reppin. I also have a shoe coming out with them in March!

I love this oil painting of a spray piece. So damn witty.

These Dabs n Myla pieces are stunning in person.

The homie Jason Brammer reppin for the Red Bull booth.

Looks like a healthy skin commercial.

Overwhelmed and feeling depressed about people's productivity and talent, we decided to pound a few at the quaint Abbey brewery and taproom. Solid, non pretentious beer bar in the middle of the ass and tittie town of South Beach. You'll definitely see average looking people and beer guts here. I felt right at home.

I can't even begin to tell you all the fucked up shit here. Ill just say don't go here or use their bathroom or eat the food or give them money.

They are not part of any installation...they are just weirdos enjoying coffee in the morning.

So here is the massive collaboration wall that I was a part of. A lot of great talent from all over converged and somehow made this work!

She almost got kneed in face joe.

My beautiful arm tan fade.

Kids look cool smoking.

Revok killin it with these huge wood assembled collage pieces.

Another fave - Smash 137.

Hometown hero Pose killin it.

FUCKING A.

This is what patience looks like.

Ramallezee.

Dondi!

Jon One. This isn't creepy at all.

There has to be one.

This is fucking acrylic. Bananas.

Um, this is all done in graphite.

This is paint. Fucking A.

Too damn artsy.

This is what I felt like by the end of the trip. Mind you that this is like 1/16th of everything seen and done in a short amount of time. I know this is a lot to take in so you can imagine being in the thick of it all. I didn't even show you the roach motel four of us stayed in. Two in the kitchen, two in a make shift room, thats normal right?